Harry Potter: Charlotte and Voldemort

[Absolutely rational, study-obsessed heroine × pure-love Voldemort turned into her academic assistant] [Pairing: Tom Riddle’s horcrux fragment]

“Avada, ”

A deathly green light, cold as ice, suddenly flared in the underground laboratory. The Dark Lord Voldemort was about to kill the little witch who had stumbled upon his secret.

But Charlotte Gray, with his wand pointed at her forehead, didn’t even look up. She stared intently at the bubbling deep-blue potion in the cauldron, frantically recording data on parchment. “Shut up! Don’t interrupt me while I’m refining this potion! If that wretched spell of yours makes my experimental data deviate by even 0.1, I’ll tear your soul apart and flush you down a toilet!”

The arrogant Voldemort froze.

Looking at this eleven-year-old Ravenclaw study fanatic, so obsessed with the truths of magic that she didn’t care if she lived or died, he found his Killing Curse stuck in his throat. Somehow, the Dark Lord, once feared by all, not only gave up trying to assassinate her but also ended up having to mark her six-foot-long academic papers late at night.

“Damn it, why is she more captivating when she’s studying seriously than when she’s conquering the Wizarding World?”